Sensitive
Sommer Marsden
What happens when a gorgeous angel is dropped in your lap? If you’re psychic-sensitive Harper Brown, first you assume the guy’s nuts, then you realize he’s not, but you’re too busy trying to undo his belt buckle and feel his pecs to care.
When Alex Church shows up to watch over her—supposedly from heaven—
Harper’s flattered. And a bit unnerved. Oh, and super turned on. With the cemetery across the street revving her psychic engine, Harper’s practically vibrating from both psychic and sexual energy.
She should be focusing on aiding needy spirits, but with ready-and-willing Alex by her side, Harper’s a bit distracted trying to discover just how sinful her very own heavenly creature can be.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Sensitive
ISBN 9781419928567
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Sensitive Copyright © 2010 Sommer Marsden
Edited by Helen Woodall
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication April 2010
The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
SENSITIVE
Sommer Marsden
Dedication
To the man. Forever and ever. Amen.
Acknowledgements
For all the folks who listen to me spaz about my books. P.S. Haven, Alison Tyler, Scarlett Greyson, Jeremy Edwards, my twitter friends, the man (duh) and my kids—
who will not read these books for eons but who inspire me every single day.
XOXO Sommer
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Chevrolet: General Motors Corporation Forenza: Limited Stores Inc.
Chapter One
I might as well be on my way to the guillotine as far as I was concerned. I waved to the guy backing up the moving truck. “Stop!” I yelled.
He didn’t stop. He kept coming toward the fence that separated my brand new swamp of a front yard from the small country road. The truck gave off that incessant beep, beep, beep sound that simply makes you want to bang your head against the wall until the noise stops. I’d give anything for something to bang my head against right now.
“Stop!” I tried again.
Still coming.
“Cease! Desist! No more!” I bellowed. I really thought that was it, but a mere inch from my rickety wooden fence he stopped. I blew out a breath and hung my head.
Thank God for small favors.
I swore I heard a tiny tinkling sound and figured it for wind chimes. I had moved to the country, after all, didn’t these people have a thing for wind chimes and those whatchamacallits? Windmills! Or was that the Dutch? Possibly Kansas. Who knew?
“Cutting it a bit close, yeah?” I shouted and the truck driver dropped down from the cab like a human stone.
“Lady, you have some really heavy furniture. I’d have backed this
Sommer Marsden
What happens when a gorgeous angel is dropped in your lap? If you’re psychic-sensitive Harper Brown, first you assume the guy’s nuts, then you realize he’s not, but you’re too busy trying to undo his belt buckle and feel his pecs to care.
When Alex Church shows up to watch over her—supposedly from heaven—
Harper’s flattered. And a bit unnerved. Oh, and super turned on. With the cemetery across the street revving her psychic engine, Harper’s practically vibrating from both psychic and sexual energy.
She should be focusing on aiding needy spirits, but with ready-and-willing Alex by her side, Harper’s a bit distracted trying to discover just how sinful her very own heavenly creature can be.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Sensitive
ISBN 9781419928567
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Sensitive Copyright © 2010 Sommer Marsden
Edited by Helen Woodall
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication April 2010
The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
SENSITIVE
Sommer Marsden
Dedication
To the man. Forever and ever. Amen.
Acknowledgements
For all the folks who listen to me spaz about my books. P.S. Haven, Alison Tyler, Scarlett Greyson, Jeremy Edwards, my twitter friends, the man (duh) and my kids—
who will not read these books for eons but who inspire me every single day.
XOXO Sommer
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Chevrolet: General Motors Corporation Forenza: Limited Stores Inc.
Chapter One
I might as well be on my way to the guillotine as far as I was concerned. I waved to the guy backing up the moving truck. “Stop!” I yelled.
He didn’t stop. He kept coming toward the fence that separated my brand new swamp of a front yard from the small country road. The truck gave off that incessant beep, beep, beep sound that simply makes you want to bang your head against the wall until the noise stops. I’d give anything for something to bang my head against right now.
“Stop!” I tried again.
Still coming.
“Cease! Desist! No more!” I bellowed. I really thought that was it, but a mere inch from my rickety wooden fence he stopped. I blew out a breath and hung my head.
Thank God for small favors.
I swore I heard a tiny tinkling sound and figured it for wind chimes. I had moved to the country, after all, didn’t these people have a thing for wind chimes and those whatchamacallits? Windmills! Or was that the Dutch? Possibly Kansas. Who knew?
“Cutting it a bit close, yeah?” I shouted and the truck driver dropped down from the cab like a human stone.
“Lady, you have some really heavy furniture. I’d have backed this
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